My Stepfather And His Friends Novels & Stories

I didn’t know why she couldn’t just let me be , she didn’t talk to me and the last thing , I haven’t spoken to my step dad and since my mom and him are always on trips it made it easier for me . “ It's just five months and I know that you are so happy that I am not going to be there , but I don’t want your step brother's complaints about you , please promise me that you are going to be on your best behavior and act like family when you get there . Stepbrothers , the words rang in my head like it was some kind of terror , from what I had gathered they weren’t going so why did they have to attend again , why did they have to .

“Hope you're enjoying the food, Stephan?” “Definitely.” He smiled at my Mom, and I couldn't help but look at him again. I saw him in the same frame as Declan, and they looked so alike, with Declan just looking older. Stephan could pass as his son, but there was also something remotely old about him, something that sharpened his edges and made him look like what novels describe as sugar daddies. But he was my step-uncle and professor and would remain just that. Getting through dinner was a herculean task, and by the time it was over, I practically flew to my room, locked up, and tried to sleep.

She pales in comparison to my mother, which is the main reason I don’t understand what my father sees in her. I heard my friends, Jake and Leon, chuckle behind me as I watched my father lead Maeve out through the front door with his hand crossed on her shoulder. It was unbelievable. With each second that passed, my friends’ laughter became more annoying and clearly taunting. “Your father sure has taste…” “Your ex is going to become your stepmother…” They laughed. Angry, I kicked the cushion beside me and screamed, “Get the hell out of my house now! All of you!”

the MC continued. Movement shifted across the room again. Young warriors, battle-scarred sentinels, and noble sons all hopeful, some desperate as they walked with measured steps to the left. And then I saw him. My stepfather. Alpha Lucien Thorn. His dark robes swayed as he joined the line of unmated males, like this wasn’t the fifth time he’d done this ritual. Like my mother hadn’t died loving him. Of course he did. A bitter laugh clawed at my throat, but I swallowed it down.

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

And he looked like he didn't recognize me at all. “Say hi, you piece of shit.” My stepmom whispered harshly to me and I jolted out of my daze as I stared at his extended hand toward me. “Nice to meet you… William. I'm Michael.” He muttered and the pit of my stomach flipped as his deep voice resonated through me. How could my one-night stand be my stepfather? “Nice to meet you too, Michael. I'm Will… William.” I responded, hoping to see an iota of recognition in his gaze but he simply smiled at me, making my heart sink.

“You were dripping down my cock earlier. Don’t pretend you don’t want more.” I did. God, I did. The betrayal from my ex still burned, but Victor had made me feel desired in a way no one ever had. Before I could respond, voices approached. Victor pulled back smoothly, the perfect picture of a charming stepfather, but his eyes promised this wasn’t over. The rest of the evening dragged. I smiled through introductions, laughed at jokes I didn’t hear, all while hyper-aware of Victor’s presence.

Even after everything, his touch made me nervous and excited at the same time. “Dad, this feels so wrong,” I whispered while he held me. “You are my stepfather. We should not be doing this.” Richard kissed my forehead softly then tilted my chin up so I looked into his eyes. “It is wrong but it feels right, does it not? You took all my friends so well today. Now let Daddy show you how special you are to me.”

She had not been forgettable. He just wished she had been. The house was completely silent. She lay still and listened. And then she heard footsteps in the hallway — slow, measured. They stopped outside her door. The silence had a specific texture — the kind that happened when someone was standing very still on the other side of a door. Not knocking. Not leaving. She did not breathe. The footsteps stood there for a long moment — long enough to be deliberate. Then they moved on. She exhaled. Closed her eyes. Tomorrow he would be her stepfather. And she would be absolutely fine.

She was here. Rose. And she wasn’t just the silly little girl I remembered from childhood anymore. She was nineteen. Grown. Beautiful. She was ready. But then Father said the words that shattered everything completely. “Meet your new sister.” Fuck. My heart fell apart in an instant. But that was also the moment I realized, I was screwed. I had to push her away again. That was the only way. She was my stepsister. The daughter of the woman my father intended on spent the rest of his life with.